Sophie is gone.
Those words alone feel impossible — like the world should stop turning, like breath itself should hesitate.

Her little body, once bursting with laughter and light, could fight no more. What began as faint bruises and mild fevers — the kind any mother would brush off with a hopeful heart — became something far darker: a diagnosis too heavy for childhood.

Then came the hospital rooms, the IV poles, the cold scent of antiseptic. The hum of machines became the lullaby of her nights. Chemo dripped slowly into her veins, chasing the disease that stole her strength one cell at a time.

But even as her body weakened, Sophie’s spirit never did. She was brave in ways no child should ever have to be — smiling through pain, coloring rainbows between treatments, whispering to her stuffed bear when sleep wouldn’t come.

And beside her, always, was Christine — her mother, her anchor, her shadow in every storm.
Christine never left the hospital room.
She sat through every sleepless night, whispering prayers into tangled sheets, tracing tiny fingers that once reached for crayons and cookies. When Sophie cried, Christine held her close, humming softly through her own tears. When Sophie trembled, she whispered, “It’s okay, Mommy’s here.”

In those final days, words became scarce. Pain filled the spaces where laughter used to live. But Sophie, even then, found the strength to comfort the one who had given her life.

“I’m okay, Mommy,” she whispered — a sentence so small, yet so immeasurable in love.

And when the monitors grew quiet and the air grew still, Christine felt the warmth of her daughter’s hand fade in hers — the moment when time itself broke, when love and loss became one and the same.

But even in that silence, something sacred remained.
Because love like theirs doesn’t end. It simply changes form.
It moves beyond hospital walls and broken hearts, to a place where pain cannot reach.
A place where Sophie runs barefoot through light, her laughter ringing through skies untouched by fear.

Christine still feels her sometimes — in sunbeams through the window, in the whisper of wind against her cheek, in the sudden scent of vanilla that once filled Sophie’s hair. Because the heart knows what the eyes cannot see.

Sophie isn’t gone.
She’s just waiting — where the heart waits — where love is eternal, and goodbyes are only temporary.

Fly free, sweet Sophie. 🌈
Your light lives on in every heartbeat that remembers you.

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